Quarantined with Kell, Part III - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part III

... to do? Kell looked at me with a “can you keep going?” look and I nodded. I would keep going until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Kell moved to all fours and perched on the edge of the bed. I shifted the camera to get a good view, gave myself three good strokes, then plunged in.

Kell moaned loud. “Just fuck me,” she said. “Please just make me come.”

“Yeah, fuck her. Fuck her hard.” Bridget said. She had shifted her webcam so it was directly in front of her screen, so she looked straight at us. She was right next to her laptop camera. I could see every rivulet of grool that slid down the dildo she was slipping in and out of herself.

I slid our own camera over in front of the screen, so I looked straight back at Bridget. She and I gazed into each other’s eyes as she worked her pussy over with her toy and I pounded Kell from behind.

Somewhere I found the self control I needed to keep from blowing my seed too fast. My stomach slapped Kell’s ass, my thighs smacked her thighs. Her juice flowed down our legs. It didn’t take long for Kell to shiver in another orgasm, followed quickly by yet another.

I had reached sensory overload. The sounds of me, Kell, and Bridget. The smells. The tastes. The feel of my cock inside Kells body – the body of the woman I loved regardless of every reason I shouldn’t. The fact that I was fucking my aunt while my sister watched and masturbated – and my sister and I were locked eye-to-eye while we did this.

I ...

... felt my self control starting to wane. I pulled out. Kell spun around and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Give me that load you’ve been promising me,” she said. “I want everything you got. Every last drop.” I pushed the camera inches from my cock and Kell’s face and tits. I stroked once, twice, three, four times and ejaculated.

My eyes remained locked on Bridget’s. She let out a high pitched moan. From almost a thousand miles away, my sister and I stared into each other’s eyes as we both came.

My legs almost buckled. I had been building up this load ever since our sex that afternoon. Tease after tease by Kell and Bridget. I was full to bursting. I shot load after load across Kell’s face, her chest, her stomach. When my arm faltered, Kell picked up where I left off, stroking until every drop I had to give was gone.

She was covered. She pushed me back on the bed, leaned over and kissed me, smearing my body, my face, with my own juice. In the background I heard Bridget say “Jesus bro, what a load. Fuck that was hot.”

Kell took her blue dress and wiped her face and chest with it, then wiped off my body and face as well.

“Those stains in that dress may never come out,” Bridget said.

“I bought that dress for your brother to stain,” she said, and kissed me. “I want to wear it the rest of my life with his come stains all over it.”

We had another slower, less frantic session before we said goodnight to Bridget.

[TO BE CONTINUED]